Page 192 of Obsidian and Frost
I was even dressed down in a midnight-black off-the-shoulder top and a pair of fitted violet jeans, my usual black leather get-up stowed in my dorm closet.
As I awaited Kelsana’s arrival, I looked over the most recent messages that had been sent in the Group Chat with my men.
Cassius:Enjoy your social engagement with your reformed friend.
Lazriel:Reforming. Keep it accurate, Cas.
Cassius:You are well aware that I am all about accuracy, wild one.
Sylas:My, my. Was that an attempt at an innuendo, Immortal? Or is it Immortal Hunk now? Lazriel, want to weigh in?
Lazriel:Hey! How do you know I called him that?
Sylas:You were groaning it in your sleep.
Lazriel:Shit.
Sylas:It was just as shocking hearing it, believe me.
I rolled my eyes.
Velra:This is not what you promised me about class.
Sylas:Best he gets it out of his system.
Cassius:He is not the only one. My first class, you walked in eating his face and grinding all over him. In front of everyone, making quite the spectacle.
Velra:You did what, Sylas?
Sylas:Aww, want a taste of that with the next class you and I share? Weaving & Shadow Architecture sound good?
Cassius:She is a conscientious student. Don’t sully that for her.
Sylas:Yes, Professor. Would you like me to kneel at your feet and open wide too?
Lazriel:Shit, that image is gonna be engraved on my mind for hours now.
Cassius:Rest assured that it will not transpire in reality, so you may remove it from your thoughts and fantasies.
Lazriel:Right. Sylas doesn’t kneel. Not even for pleasure.
Sylas:Since we connected, I have been more accommodating than ever before.
Velra:We know you have. He’s just messing with you.
Lazriel:I am. You’ve been the best.
Lazriel:And filthiest.
Cassius:These text discussions are certainly bracing.
I chuckled to myself.
Velra:Get to class. Have a good one.
Cassius:You too, little shadow.
Lazriel:See you right after?
